"It can be described as terrifying. There are endless talents from the younger generation of human beings. These eight young masters from the northwest are all perfect in external skills. There is also a King Kong who is not bad. They are all future enemies of our ghost clan. Today, we must try to destroy them as much as possible. them."

"The Antarctic Star Palm, the North Pole Heavenly King Boxing, and the Dragon Head Magical Art have all been passed down. There are ninety-nine human race magic arts, and they must be destroyed if they have a chance in the future, and they cannot be inherited."

"Then Tang San is also weird. I actually saw a trace of power that couldn't possibly appear in him. This person has a lot of secrets, and his body is stained with a lot of my ghost blood. That stench almost covered his whole body."

The ghost clan expert in the shadows looked at Tang San with strange eyes, as if he wanted to see him out.

Sitting upright under the ring, Tang San, who was watching the match, instinctively froze, looked up at the surrounding stands, and all he saw were swaying figures, countless shouting spectators, he couldn't see where the chill was coming from.

However, he has already raised vigilance in his heart, which is a dangerous omen from instinct: "It seems that someone is eyeing me, the possibility of ghost clan is as high as 80%, and it is not ruled out that some people do not like me and want to get rid of me, King Kong Gate, Iron Fist Gate, and even Beitian City and Nangong Ming are all possible, but these people shouldn’t make me feel dangerous, so be careful.”

In the VIP stand, the first elder of the Tianxing Sect, Nangong Ming, and the second elder, Bei Tiancheng, looked calmly at the hustle and bustle in the martial arts arena.

The glory that should have belonged to their disciples went to Tang San, especially Beitiancheng was even more furious, because Tang San stepped on the North Star's head to advance to the finals.

Beitiancheng sneered in his heart: "Hey, little bastard, let you be arrogant for a while, wait until my son breaks through the martial arts, and then there is a good-looking you, I want to concoct you, I will concoct you, I must make you regret today. Decide."

Tan Wu Jiu sat on the side with an expressionless face, looking at Tang San who was resting quietly under the ring, his emotions were inexplicable, to be honest, he didn't expect Tang San to grow up so fast, the North Star who mastered the profound meaning of "North Pole King Boxing" Neither was an opponent, even if it was him now, he wouldn't have any chance of winning against Tang San, this was the disparity in naked strength.

In the martial arts arena, countless emotions are flying, conspiracies are surging, darkness breeds in the dark corners, and a strange atmosphere permeates the strange audiences.

The finalists have appeared, and the audience is excitedly talking about who the final winner will be, and the excited shouts are endless.

A young man dressed in luxurious clothes looked at the female companion beside him with dark eyes and said: "If I guess correctly, the winner this time must be Zhang Sanqian of the Dragon Head Sect. He defeated Nanji Xing, then He is the genius of the Tianxing Sect, so Tang San will not be stronger than Nanji Xing, the end has already been seen."

At this time, the other man beside him was Jinyi Gongzi with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "You are wrong, Nanji Star is not the number one of Tianxing Sect. According to my information, North Star and Nanji Star are known as Tianxing Sect's north-south double stars, but they are not as high as the stars. The next point is that they have never formally fought each other.”

"Tang San is the one who defeated Polaris head-on, and Zhang Sanqian just barely knocked Polaris out of the ring. There is a clear gap between the two. Tang San is definitely stronger than Zhang Sanqian, and he will definitely win the final victory."

Hearing this, the luxurious man said with a cold look: "Fang Zinan, are you going to fight against me again? I said that Zhang Sanqian will win. Naturally, I have the confidence. Do you dare to bet with me?"

When the young master in Jinyi named Fang Zinan heard this, he sneered and said: "Hmph, be against, Bei Yuxian, we have been fighting since childhood, you have won several times, hum, bet, bet, what are you betting on."

Bei Yu first smiled coldly and said, "Just bet on the dark blue star that your father brought back from the Western Ocean, do you dare to call the shots?"

Fang Zinan heard the words and his face became solemn: "My dear, you originally paid attention to this thing, but it is a valuable thing. If you want to gamble, you have to come up with corresponding things."

Two young wealthy children, because the question of who is stronger Tang San and Zhang Sanqian has already become stronger, using gambling to compete, this is just a microcosm of the martial arts conference, and more forces are criss-crossed here, one Every peripheral casino handicap is frantically collecting all kinds of bets. In a short period of time, more than one million, tens of millions of funds have been gathered in this northwest imperial city, and there are thousands of funds every moment. Influx from all directions.

No one knows how much wealth is gathered in the northwest imperial city at this moment, but everything is advancing towards madness.

The streets of the Northwest Imperial City are full of people, and countless stores are almost desperate to dump their inventory, enjoying the economic benefits brought by this event. I have to say that once this martial arts conference ends successfully, the Northwest Huang Xijun will be the final beneficiary of the imperial city's fiscal revenue this year, which is likely to double several times.

Determined his opponent~lightnovelpub.net~ Tang San got up and left the contestant seat under the ring. He passed through the passage under the stand and came to the outside of the martial arts hall. He was very low-key. People will recognize him.

He came out for a very simple purpose, just to replenish his stamina. In two consecutive battles, he needed to eat a big meal.

And according to Tang San's inference, if the ghost clan had any action, the last competition tonight would be their time to appear. Zhang Sanqian was not an easy opponent, and Tang San had to go all out.

Picking a restaurant at random, Tang San sat on the second floor, at a table near the window, his eyes swept across the stream of people below, Ming Rui noticed some men who were different from ordinary people. Although these people wore civilian clothes, they showed There is a military atmosphere, they are chatting in the alleys, or sitting in the teahouses and restaurants to play cards, one by one glances around from time to time, carefully searching and observing something.

"Is it a subordinate of Huang Xijun, the ruler of the Northwest Imperial City? It seems that he also attaches great importance to this martial arts conference. Various spies and surveillance are scattered all over the city. If there are any emergencies, they can be dealt with instantly."

"However, there are ghost clans appearing at this conference. I am afraid their actions are definitely not small. I think it is very problematic whether these people can cope with it. I have to choose an escape route first."

Before deciding to win, first to count defeat. Since Tang San noticed the shadow of the ghost clan, he has been strongly wary of this martial arts conference. Although he wants to obtain the secret method of perfect hammering in Tie Hengkong's hands, all prerequisites are It is his own safety. If the crisis reaches his life, he will give up decisively and save his life first.